°Chapter One°
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Silver and Gold
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Remus sat in the room that once held the man the world knew as Sirius Black, but Remus knew the man as Padfoot, friend and lover. The shades were pulled
and only the faintest streams of light filtered through. Even when Sirius had been in Azkaban the werewolf hadn't felt so lone, he had at least had
the hope and knowledge that the man was still alive. Now, he had nothing, he was utterly alone and drowning in his sorrow.
He could still hear and see Sirius' death playing in his mind. He could still see the laughter lighting his brilliant onyx eyes, and he could still
here the man's voice as he edged the Death Eater on. It still lingered in his mind and his heart.
"Remus?" came the soft and ageing voice of Albus Dumbledore, "Remus, how are you?"
The man looked up at the Headmaster of Hogwarts and shook his head, "Not good." His voice came out rough and hoarse from the lack of use.
"Remus, Harry needs you. He's here."
Two haunted amber eyes came to look at the Headmaster, "I'll be .. right there, Albus." As the ancient wizard was starting to leave the room Remus
spoke again, "Albus, how is he?" Albus sighed, "He looks like he needs a shoulder to cry on."
The werewolf shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't be that or I'll cry too."
"You need to Remus."
With those simply words the man left. Remus sighed and fought to drag himself out of the pool of sorrow and grief that engulfed him, he needed to
be strong .. for Harry.
Harry was sat at the table in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. He hated it here, he hated the fact you could feel Sirius's pain from
being trapped here literally radiating of the walls. He crossed his arms on the table and settled his head into them, listening to
his own breathing.
"Harry?" a tentaive voice had entered the room and Harry recognised it as Remus', which caused his breathe to hitch as he attempted to fend off
anymore tears.
He felt an arm placed upon his shoulders and he let out an inaudible sob. He lifted his head ans shook it slightly to fend off any tears.
"Hello Lupin." He said quietly.
A sad smile was on the werewolfs face and Harry felt that he could never yell or shout at Remus like he did Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron, because he
really did know what he was going through, he had lost someone he loved too.
This thought broke the dam and Harry's body shook as he stood and placed his head on Remus's shoulder and really cried for the first time.
Remus bit down on the grief that was welling up as Harry sobbed and poured out his grief. He very gently put his arms around the thin boy and rubbed
small circles on Harry's back.
The werewolf did not shed a tear as he stood holding the grieving young man, no he would be strong for the Gryffindor. Remus numbed his feelings of grief
and concentrated on being there for his young friend.
Harry continued crying but he was coherent enough to know that Remus was holding in whatever he was feeling. Whilst he appreciated it that wasn't
what he needed, he needed to grieve with someone who knew what he was feeling. So with that thought he reigned in enough to be able to speak.
"Lupin.....what are you feeling?" he said a little hoarsely, "Is it just me? Or have you cried too, are you still waiting for that?" His head was resting
on the older mans shoulder as he toyed with the fabric of Remus's worn jumper. "If you need to cry then I'll be there ok?" he added almost
inaudibly.
"I can't Harry. I'm afraid if I start crying I'll never stop." Remus blinked to keep his tears at bay.
"Then I'll be there forever, if thats what it takes."
Harry could feel his voice getting stronger and a lightening in his chest after his release, which was why he was pushing Remus on this. A cry made
him feel as though he was truly showing Sirius what he felt and if Remus needed to then he would be the shoulder for the man, just like he was for
him.
Remus smiled, "Thank you, Harry, but I like to grieve alone." He sighed and looked around the kitchen to see a large cauldron simmering over the fire,
"Well, it looks like Mrs.Weasley has been here."
When he realized he was still holding Harry Remus dropped his arms and went over to look into the large pot.
Harry watched after Remus had stood up. He had felt safe in those arms, it almost felt like Sirius wasn't dead and everything in the world was alright
again....Almost like he wasn't part of the Prophesy.
"Yeah, couldn't stop her making soup....Lupin?"
"Mmm Hmm." Remus answered only mildly interested as he inspected the soup simmering in cauldron.
"Is it.....I mean if it isn't.....c-can I call you Moony?" Harry felt a blush of anxiety warm his cheeks and looked down at his clenched hands that
resounded in his lap.
The werewolf turned around a distant look in his eyes. The last person to ever call him Moony had been Sirius. His mind went to their last night
together, the tender way Sirius had held him as he had whispered, "Moony."
Remus sadly smiled, "Of course you can. You are, after all, the son of Prongs."
Whether this was to make Harry feel better or didn't work as planned.
"No, I mean....I want to call you it because I'm Harry....not just a schoolmates child.....I want to call you it because maybe I'm.....a friend?"
Harry looked up and caught the blank look in Remus's eyes before the werewolf could push it away in time and he looked back at his hands again.
"Oh, well...I'm sorry, if it bothers you I won't....Night Remus." He stood and walked to the door, "Oh and thanks." He said smiling slightly.
As he started walking up the stairs a part of him wished Remus would follow him, tell him it was ok and that both he and Sirius had seen him as more
than their late friend's son. He wanted them to like him for his qualities, like him because he was just Harry.
Remus closed his eyes, sighed, and then sank down in a chair. ("Sirius, how did you make your relationship with Harry look so easy?") The werewolf
hadn't meant to hurt Harry by his comment, but he honestly had thought nothing of it.
"Well, I'll just have to fix this mess." the waning man rose from the table and went upstairs to find Harry sitting on his bed, "I'm sorry Harry." Remus
went and sat down beside of the young man, "I want you to call me Moony because you are my friend." ("And you have beautiful green eyes.") As soon as the
thought entered the werewolf's head he pushed it away.
Harry felt a lifting sensation in his stomach and smiled at Remus. (" He has amber eyes, I've never noticed before.")
"I'd like that..Moony." Both Harry and Remus smiled at one another, but when their eyes connected the atmosphere shifted into an almost soft electricity. Gentle
Amber met Wild forest green, and it seemed like they couldn't look away.
It was hard to tell who moved forward first but it was unimportant as soft lips meet the older more tender ones. Their eyes fell shut and the slight
movements of their mouths felt like silk on velvet. For a few blissful moments nothing else mattered and neither could feel any pain of the real world.
When the two needed air they gentle broke apart and it took a moment for Remus' mind to register what had just occured. When it did come into
his brain his eyes widened and he just stared at Harry for a moment, "Oh, gods, I'm sorry Harry."
With panic residing in his heart Remus fled from the room and hurriedly went into Sirius' room, locking himself in. ("Merlin!")
Harry sat in an almost stupor before uttering quietly, "Erm.....what just happened?"
Slowly his mind caught up with him in a flash of gold sprinkled with red and Harry felt butterflys in his stomach.
"I kissed Moony........._Moony_ kissed me!" He traced his lips first with his fingers then with his tongue, savouring the taste.
("So.....why did i like that better then Cho? Am I gay?....Or is it Remus?") A fluttering in his stomach made him smile slightly.("Huh, guess it's just
Remus.") Then he frowned again.
He knew Lupin well enough that he would be mortified and so grabbed a quill and parchment and wrote "Please don't blame youself."
Creeping out of his room about an hour later he walked to Sirius's room and slipped it under the door before turning back to his room. He climbed into
bed and had unusual dreams of an ethereal wolf with Amber eyes curled up next to an elegant green eyed panther. He subconciously smiled in his sleep.
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Remus berated himself angrily. ("That is James Potter's son you are in there smooching on!") However, another voice calmly replied, 'Yes, but that's also
_Harry_the young man with the brilliant green eyes, gorgeous black hair, and sun-kissed skin.'
("Yes, but he's young enough to be my son!") the other voices laughed, 'Yes, maybe so, but you are a werewolf and will live for a long while yet, and if
you notice Harry was kissing you back.'
Remus was still in slight shock. He had forgotten Sirius so soon… However, when a piece of parchment slid under the door he quickly when to retrieve it.
When he opened it he smiled 'Please don't blame yourself.'
With a small smile Remus lay down breathing in the scent of his former lover, "Harry I'm not ready." he whispered.
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The light filtered into Harry's room, waking him up with a pleasant warmth. As he was stretching he was suddenly struck with memories of last night. He
sat bolt upright.
("Please don't let this ruin our friendship.")
He sprang to life then and changed quickly, before thundering downstairs, slipping a few steps and jumping up as he bolted into the dining room where
Remus sat, a look of both amusement and shock on his face as the buy burst through.
"Did you get my note?" He blurted out.
"Yes, Harry I want you......." Lupin started.
"Nononno,none of that, just do what's on the parchment, don't complicate things, just don't think about it," His voice was urgent before he pressed
on,"....Still friends?"
He held his hand out to the still rather young werewolf.
Remus placed his hand in Harry's, "Of course." The two stood like that for a moment, hand in hand, quietly regarding each other. "Well, sit down and
eat."
Harry smiled and took his place at the table while Remus took a large gulp of coffee ("No, you didn't notice the light blush that played on his cheeks,
or the light that lit those emerald orbs, no, Remus you didn't notice!")
'Yeah, right' came that annoying voice once more.
Harry was currently beating himself up.("You _blushed_! What are you, a simpering, giggly.....Patil? This is Remus. Stop.Blushing. you .pansy.")
Harry smiled at the werewolf in an attempt to ignore his conscience.
"What are you up to today then? Something for the Order......stupid question really, your not allowed to say."
"'Actually we have to keep you informed now, after.....well after last year." A heavy silence hung in the air before Remus quirked a little smile.
"So you trashed Dumbledore's office huh?" Harry looked stricken and with a groan placed his head in his hands.
"You know about that?" came the muffled reply.
The werewolf chuckled with delight, something that he wasn't often found doing, "Harry, everybody knows about that! You threw the man's table across
the room, and smashed several crystal instruments."
At the sheepish look on Harry's face Remus grinned, "Don't worry, I suppose he's used to it. I smashed up his office once when I was in school."
Harry's jaw dropped. A grin slowly formed on his lips.
"_You_ trashed Dumbledore's room!? But your, well you're Remus! You behave, you were a prefect!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh uproar-isly at the sheepish look on Remus'
face.
"What did you do it for then, I'm guessing it wasn't the same as mine?" Harry lent forward and rested his chin on his palm.
Remus laughed and also rested his chin in his palm, "Actually, it was when he explained to me why I had become a prefect. I didn't want to be one! That
would almost eliminate my night time wanderings with the rest of the Mauraders."
("Merlin, they are those green eyes again.")
That small voice came sneaking back up on Remus' thoughts, 'Yes, he's beautiful isn't he.'
("Yes....wait..NO! Oh shut up!")
Harry laughed again.
"Ooh Moony, you rebel." He laughed again. "Poor Dumbledore though, I mean the man's getting on a bit so all that lifting can't help." He chuckled again
and looked at Remus.
There was a twinkle in the man's eyes but he took it for humor rather than the arguing conscience of Remus. He couldn't help but look at the autumn
colours resounding in his eyes. He shook his head as though to clear the thoughts.
"Hey what are you up to today?" He said as though to sidetrack his mind.
"Well, since this is still Order Headquarters I have to move around the house a bit, and make sure the wards are still in place, but beyond that it should
be a rather quiet day."
'Yes, a nice day for reading a book.' that voice piped up, 'or staring at Harry, kissing Harry -'
("Zip it!!")
"What are your plans for the day, Harry?"
Harry stretched slightly, his shirt riding up a little, before standing.
"Ah nothing really, I can help with those wards if you want, I know a bit but not a lot." He walked over to the counter to make himself a cup of tea.
"Want a cup of tea?" Remus shook his head again and Harry had to fight a smile.
"Yes please." Harry began digging around in the cupboard but to reach he had to go on tippy toe and so the small of his back was showing.
"Do you want tea leaves or PG Tips?" Harry asked.
"Ah, eh, er, em, uh..P-PG tips, I'm not crazy about Tea Leaves, but Trelawny wants them when she has to come to an Order Meeting." Remus
had to keep taking his eyes away from Harry, it was starting to become flustering.
Harry turned with the box in question and retrieved two teabags out of it. When he finally looked up Remus looked a little flushed.
"Moony, are you ok?" He asked worriedly, marching over and placing a hand upon the elder's forehead.
"You're burning up? Are you sure you wouldn't rather have water?" he flipped his hand over to rest the back of his hand on his head.
'Wow, what a gentle touch!'
("Well I was just thinking the same - SHUT UP!")
"I'm fine Harry, the full moon gets closer and I can't get one of my inner voices to shut up."
Harry quirked an eyebrow at Lupin in confusion.
"Er.......yeah I suffer from the same thing some times. Damn those little voices, mine tells me to burn things." He said sarcastically.
Remus had an unimpressed look upon his face which only caused Harry to double over laughing.
"I'm _kidding_, God your brilliant to tease. Anyway, PG Tips it is." Harry, to use irony, ruffled Remus's hair much like an adult would do to a kid.
As Remus smoothed his hair he spoke, "I can't help it! If that stupid witch would have stopped screaming every time someone came through the door,
but NO, and I'll have you know Mr. Blow-Up-My-Aunt, that I am not that easy to tease."
The werewolf sniffed, but plainly knew that Harry was right.
"Sure you are, we all call you "Fun to tease Lupin"." Harry turned to smile at him but saw the crestfallen look on his face and shook his head slightly.
"Moony, I'm kidding. We all love you......and besides, Trelawney is a daft cow, just ignore her." He came over and hugged the man gentle around his
neck.
"You silly old thing." He said affectionately.
Remus moved around and in a display of his strength, brought Harry down to sit in his lap, "Whose 'we' and you call me 'Fun to tease Lupin'? He said
with a playful grin.
Harry, fighting his sub-conscience that was currently giving loud whoops as he ran around Harry's head, smiled innocently. He was loving the warmth of
Remus's lap.
"We as in Hermione, the Weasleys, the order and....and Me," Harry had the decency to blush," and to be hones we actually call you 'wow what an ass'
Lupin."
At the slackness of Remus body as his jaw dropped Harry leapt up and ran for the door.
"Oh no, you don't!" Remus jumped up and grabbed Harry around the waist pulling him back into the kitchen, and back into his lap when he had seated
himself. The werewolf placed a soft kiss on the top of Harry's ear and sighed, "This is awkward."
Harry, who had closed his eyes when the kiss landed on the shell of his ear, opened them and looked at Remus. Harry placed a kiss just above Remus sigh
and toyed with the gold hair that was streaked with silver.
"I personally don't know why so I think your going to have to inform me." Harry liked the feeling of Lupin's warmth seeping through his clothes and
the weight of Remus's arms drapped around his waist.
"Harry, I'm nearing 40, and you haven't even turned 16 yet! That's a tad bit awkward, and second I'm a werewolf. I don't want you to have to put up with
that also." Remus rested his chin on top of Harry's head with a sigh, but not missing _that_ voice again.
'Feels nice having him in your lap, doesn't it?'
("As a matter of fact .. oh no.. I'm not falling for that!")
Harry looked at Remus in an almost scolding manner.
"Ok one, Remus I don't give a damn if your a werewolf, I'm the friggin' boy who lived, don't you think that THAT may be dangerous for whoever I end up
with? I have put up with a hell of a lot so I'd appreciate if people respected that. Secondly, Your like 38! I'm almost 16, yes but I _really_
don't think any 16 to 19 year olds are going to be able to handle my life. It's a difficult life I lead, just like you so don't patronize me."
Remus looked torn so Harry began to toy with his hair again.
"Besides, Wizards marrying Giantesses, men dating men? I highly doubt people will care about the age difference. The werewolf they might have a problem
with but screw them, I care for all of you, wolf included."
The werewolf smiled at Harry's logic, "True as all of that may be, the wizarding world will not see it that way, and your not even of age yet. Harry I
couldn't stand it if I tainted your reputation. People don't like the thoughts of werewolves, and they will definitely revolt at the image of their hero with one."
"Well maybe it's time I stopped doing what everyone else wants for once and do something that makes me happy." Harry looked right into the werewolf's
eyes, unflinching. "Because I don't know whether you noticed but when i do something for the wizarding world I lose someone."
Then Harry faked a big smile and a false cheery voice.
"But hey, what do the rest of the world care, their 'hero' kept them safe, who cares if he's happy, right?"
When Remus looked down Harry sighed and got out of the werewolf's lap.
"Remus, I don't care what the rest of the world think about, no matter what I do they will remain sheep. If I do something good their all like 'yeah
told you he was good' but the minute I do something they don't think is appropiate then its 'I always knew he was evil'. Why should I care about a
two-faced world, In fact why should you?"
When Remus remained quiet Harry sighed again.
"Moony, Remus....If you think I can make you happy, I don't care how long you have to think about it, then come and find me. And even though
statistically I'm not of age I have been through too much to feel like a child, and it's not something I'm proud off." And with that said Harry
trudged back up to his room, a strange fluttering of disappointment in his stomach.
("I hate this world, you can't let me be happy for five minutes........You can't let someone as kind as Remus be happy.") He thought bitterly to no one
in particular.
Remus sighed and laid his head on the table. He knew that he should go after Harry, but he didn't feel as if he could get up the steps. That and he felt
a knot in the back of his throat and tears were close to his amber eyes. ("I'm sorry, Harry, but you'll thank me some day when you find an amazing young
witch. Someone that is as beautiful as you, young, and carefree. Someone that doesn't have to worry about taking potions and someone who isn't afraid of the moon.")
The werewolf wept then. He wept for himself, he wept for Sirius, but most of all he wept for Harry. ("Harry shouldn't have to put up with my problems,
I'll have to speak with Dumbledore about having him settled elsewhere.")
Here That voice broke in, 'Excuse me? Did you say send Harry somewhere else? I don't think so! Remus whether you admit it or not, that young man makes
you feel happy, special, and beautiful! You are just going to let something like that slip through your fingers!' The voice seemed to pause for air, 'Since
when have you cared what others thought? Never! Now you are denying yourself and Harry happiness.'
("But what if he's just upset and emotional because of Sirius' death? What do I do then?!")
The voice humphed, 'Give Harry more credit than that. He may trash Dumbledore's office, but he has a good heart and head. Don't be afraid to
reach back out to someone.'
With slightly red, but dry eyes, Remus gathered up his strength and left the table heading up the stairs and into Harry's room. When he saw him his tears
started up again, "I'm sorry Harry, I don't care what others think I'm just ....scared."
Harry was stunned for a moment by Remus' tears but shook it off and walked to the elder man. He took him in his arms and subconsciously found he was
basically the same height as the lithe blonde.
"Its ok to be scared Moony, you saw yourself that my greatest fear is fear. But you can't let it run your life.......look at Moody." He chuckled and
smiled when he felt the older man laugh slightly too.
Harry placed a kiss on Remus' nose and smiled gently.
"Even if you feel the world is going to break you Moony, feel safe in the knowledge I'm here to put you back together."
Remus smiled and wiped his tears ("I just have to cry don't I?"). The werewolf sighed and his body could start to feel the emotional stress on it,
and the combining weight of the almost full moon. "I'm tired."
"Yeah, crying does that to you." Harry teased, drawing a fatigued chuckle from Remus.
"Here." He said gently, moving Remus to his bed, "Rest, I'm gonna stay up but I'll stay with you."
Harry picked up a book he'd been using as night time reading, something featuring a shapeshifter witch and vampire, and waited until Remus had
settled himself under the covers.
Then he came and sat with his back to the headboard and let Remus rest his head on his chest. He put his arm over the shoulder of the still, as far as
he was concerned, rather young werewolf and smiled down as he felt the body getting heavier as sleep overcame him. Harry opened his book, and with a
smile began to read.
Remus settled down into the warmth of Harry's body and within minutes he was asleep, and since Sirius' death, a dreamless sleep.
Unfortunately this didn't last long when a slightly winded Dumbledore barged into the room, "Remus! There is a report of a Death Eater attack in a muggle
village we need you there."
Immediately the werewolf was out of the bed and by the ancient wizards side, "Where Albus?"
While the two discussed the location Remus stored all of this into his memory, not wanting to splinch himself when he apparated. He turned to Harry before
he left, "I'll be right back, Harry."
"All right, be careful." He said, concern etching his fine features as he hugged the older man. He watched with a heavy heart at both the fact of
Remus's safety and the fact he still wasn't allowed to help the order.
("I want to be there for Remus.") He thought solemnly. And like a lightning bolt it hit him. He dropped to his knees and pulled his trunk from under his
bed. Inside was a little box of things that were special to him, things like the cracked two way mirror, the photo album of his parents and a recent edition
Dumbledore had handed him not long after Sirius's death.
It was a diary that both he and his father had kept in their school days, filled with notes to one another, stories of marauding times and, this is
what he'd been searching for, their studies and process of becoming Animagis.
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Remus sighed and muttered, "Number 12 Grimauld Place." When the house shimmered into view he stepped in the door. Sighing as he oddly felt at home
here in his former lover's house.
("Must .. sit .. down.") his tired mind pleaded. His body eagerly complied as they went to the main living room and plopped down in an armchair.
Harry sat up straight when he heard the front door open and shoved the faded diary back into his trunk.
He walked quietly down the stairs and found Remus practically collapsed on the sofa.
"That bad huh?" He asked, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of Remus.
Remus looked up at Harry sitting on the coffee table, "There weren't any casualties but it took forever to wipe peoples memories and then make sure they
knew the 'right' story, and we had to check around to make sure that the Death Eaters didn't' leave any kind of enchanted things for muggles to pick up."
The werewolf was tired, but he missed Harry in his lap. He held out his arms in question to the Gryffindor, waiting to see if he would come or not.
Harry smiled and took the pro-offered hands before moving into Remus' lap. He lay with his head on the elders shoulder and gently stroked the hand in
his.
"So no fun for you then?" He said sympathetically, which caused Remus to merely snort in a humorless laugh. Harry pulled his head and placed his elbow on
his shoulder, giving him the ability to play with the gold/silver hair.
"Remus....I know this is a little off track but....do you think I could help your tranformations?" He looked into those amber eyes, gaze unwavering.
The werewolf's eyes opened, "No, Harry, I don't want you there. I hate that you had to see me transform in your third year, but it's too dangerous." his
voice dropped to a whisper, "And I don't want you to see me like that again."
Harry looked at the man blushing from shame and placed his fingers under his chin, lifting his eyes to his own.
"Remus, please, we've been through this, I live a dangerous life or are you telling me that my dad and Sirius were the only intelligent young wizards
ever? And Remus..........I know your transformations are painful and I know humiliating for you but.......," Harry looked sheepish and looked
down," I thought Moony was beautiful, like a ghost."
Remus nodded, but he still was set against Harry being with him when he transformed, "Thank you, Harry, but I'd still rather transform alone. I-I-I
mean it's not that I ...." he sighed, blushed, and dropped his head once more.
Harry sighed gently at the man's actions, so he lifted the beautiful face again.
"Remus, It's fine, I thought I'd just ask." He rubbed his thumb across the werewolf's bottom lip, "Stop getting your knickers in a twist," He teased.
"Honestly, I just wanted to help, but if your fine. But I would like to say that the offer is there." He smiled again at the almost eleven like man.
"Thank you." Remus whispered again. After a few moments of silence he spoke, "Well, I am tired and I'm going to head up to bed .. come with me?"
"Sure." Harry said, a lop-sided grin on his face and stood, offering his hand out to the blonde before leading the way upstairs, hands tightly
clasped together.
At the top of the hall way Harry stopped, looking back at Remus waiting for him to lead the rest of the way. Remus smiled at him and pulled him gently
towards what Harry figured was a spare room.
Inside looked bare, save for a book and thin gold rimmed glasses placed on the bedside table.
"You don't have a lot of possessions." Harry stated, turning to face Remus. " Something else we have in common." He said smiling gently.
Remus smiled and gently traced his jawbone with his slender finger, "I have you, Harry, and you are my dearest possesion." With a smile the werwolf
slide out of his robe and between the many layers of blankets he kept on his bed.
Harry smiled with the tip of his tongue between his teeth, his nose crinkled. What Remus said made him feel all warm and he wouldn't be
surprised if he was levitating.
Harry pulled off his robe and climbed in with the werewolf, taking him in his arms.
"Wow its warm under here." Harry said snuggling closer.
"Yeah sorry if its too hot." Remus said.
"Its perfect." Harry's muffled reply came as his head snuggled into Remus' chest.
After lying in the silence for a few moments Remus sighed, "I'll never get to sleep like this." At the look of confusion on Harry's face, the werewolf
rose up and then brought Harry's arm around him. With a contented sigh he laid his head on Harry's chest. "Much better."
Harry chuckled, strangely quite deeply for an almost 16 year old.
"You really are rather Silly My dear Moony." But he wasn't complaining and was slowly slipping the goldensilver trimmed hair through his fingers in a
kind of massage.
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Written By: Callie Mowatt and Heather Ayers -aka- Harry and Draco
Rating: PG-13 (for the moment)
Comments:
ATTN: This is Cardinal and Undomiel Canis Lupin writing this story! We now co-author and write under Harry and Draco! Do not review us
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Silver and Gold
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Remus sat in the room that once held the man the world knew as Sirius Black, but Remus knew the man as Padfoot, friend and lover. The shades were pulled
and only the faintest streams of light filtered through. Even when Sirius had been in Azkaban the werewolf hadn't felt so lone, he had at least had
the hope and knowledge that the man was still alive. Now, he had nothing, he was utterly alone and drowning in his sorrow.
He could still hear and see Sirius' death playing in his mind. He could still see the laughter lighting his brilliant onyx eyes, and he could still
here the man's voice as he edged the Death Eater on. It still lingered in his mind and his heart.
"Remus?" came the soft and ageing voice of Albus Dumbledore, "Remus, how are you?"
The man looked up at the Headmaster of Hogwarts and shook his head, "Not good." His voice came out rough and hoarse from the lack of use.
"Remus, Harry needs you. He's here."
Two haunted amber eyes came to look at the Headmaster, "I'll be .. right there, Albus." As the ancient wizard was starting to leave the room Remus
spoke again, "Albus, how is he?" Albus sighed, "He looks like he needs a shoulder to cry on."
The werewolf shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't be that or I'll cry too."
"You need to Remus."
With those simply words the man left. Remus sighed and fought to drag himself out of the pool of sorrow and grief that engulfed him, he needed to
be strong .. for Harry.
Harry was sat at the table in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. He hated it here, he hated the fact you could feel Sirius's pain from
being trapped here literally radiating of the walls. He crossed his arms on the table and settled his head into them, listening to
his own breathing.
"Harry?" a tentaive voice had entered the room and Harry recognised it as Remus', which caused his breathe to hitch as he attempted to fend off
anymore tears.
He felt an arm placed upon his shoulders and he let out an inaudible sob. He lifted his head ans shook it slightly to fend off any tears.
"Hello Lupin." He said quietly.
A sad smile was on the werewolfs face and Harry felt that he could never yell or shout at Remus like he did Dumbledore, Hermione and Ron, because he
really did know what he was going through, he had lost someone he loved too.
This thought broke the dam and Harry's body shook as he stood and placed his head on Remus's shoulder and really cried for the first time.
Remus bit down on the grief that was welling up as Harry sobbed and poured out his grief. He very gently put his arms around the thin boy and rubbed
small circles on Harry's back.
The werewolf did not shed a tear as he stood holding the grieving young man, no he would be strong for the Gryffindor. Remus numbed his feelings of grief
and concentrated on being there for his young friend.
Harry continued crying but he was coherent enough to know that Remus was holding in whatever he was feeling. Whilst he appreciated it that wasn't
what he needed, he needed to grieve with someone who knew what he was feeling. So with that thought he reigned in enough to be able to speak.
"Lupin.....what are you feeling?" he said a little hoarsely, "Is it just me? Or have you cried too, are you still waiting for that?" His head was resting
on the older mans shoulder as he toyed with the fabric of Remus's worn jumper. "If you need to cry then I'll be there ok?" he added almost
inaudibly.
"I can't Harry. I'm afraid if I start crying I'll never stop." Remus blinked to keep his tears at bay.
"Then I'll be there forever, if thats what it takes."
Harry could feel his voice getting stronger and a lightening in his chest after his release, which was why he was pushing Remus on this. A cry made
him feel as though he was truly showing Sirius what he felt and if Remus needed to then he would be the shoulder for the man, just like he was for
him.
Remus smiled, "Thank you, Harry, but I like to grieve alone." He sighed and looked around the kitchen to see a large cauldron simmering over the fire,
"Well, it looks like Mrs.Weasley has been here."
When he realized he was still holding Harry Remus dropped his arms and went over to look into the large pot.
Harry watched after Remus had stood up. He had felt safe in those arms, it almost felt like Sirius wasn't dead and everything in the world was alright
again....Almost like he wasn't part of the Prophesy.
"Yeah, couldn't stop her making soup....Lupin?"
"Mmm Hmm." Remus answered only mildly interested as he inspected the soup simmering in cauldron.
"Is it.....I mean if it isn't.....c-can I call you Moony?" Harry felt a blush of anxiety warm his cheeks and looked down at his clenched hands that
resounded in his lap.
The werewolf turned around a distant look in his eyes. The last person to ever call him Moony had been Sirius. His mind went to their last night
together, the tender way Sirius had held him as he had whispered, "Moony."
Remus sadly smiled, "Of course you can. You are, after all, the son of Prongs."
Whether this was to make Harry feel better or didn't work as planned.
"No, I mean....I want to call you it because I'm Harry....not just a schoolmates child.....I want to call you it because maybe I'm.....a friend?"
Harry looked up and caught the blank look in Remus's eyes before the werewolf could push it away in time and he looked back at his hands again.
"Oh, well...I'm sorry, if it bothers you I won't....Night Remus." He stood and walked to the door, "Oh and thanks." He said smiling slightly.
As he started walking up the stairs a part of him wished Remus would follow him, tell him it was ok and that both he and Sirius had seen him as more
than their late friend's son. He wanted them to like him for his qualities, like him because he was just Harry.
Remus closed his eyes, sighed, and then sank down in a chair. ("Sirius, how did you make your relationship with Harry look so easy?") The werewolf
hadn't meant to hurt Harry by his comment, but he honestly had thought nothing of it.
"Well, I'll just have to fix this mess." the waning man rose from the table and went upstairs to find Harry sitting on his bed, "I'm sorry Harry." Remus
went and sat down beside of the young man, "I want you to call me Moony because you are my friend." ("And you have beautiful green eyes.") As soon as the
thought entered the werewolf's head he pushed it away.
Harry felt a lifting sensation in his stomach and smiled at Remus. (" He has amber eyes, I've never noticed before.")
"I'd like that..Moony." Both Harry and Remus smiled at one another, but when their eyes connected the atmosphere shifted into an almost soft electricity. Gentle
Amber met Wild forest green, and it seemed like they couldn't look away.
It was hard to tell who moved forward first but it was unimportant as soft lips meet the older more tender ones. Their eyes fell shut and the slight
movements of their mouths felt like silk on velvet. For a few blissful moments nothing else mattered and neither could feel any pain of the real world.
When the two needed air they gentle broke apart and it took a moment for Remus' mind to register what had just occured. When it did come into
his brain his eyes widened and he just stared at Harry for a moment, "Oh, gods, I'm sorry Harry."
With panic residing in his heart Remus fled from the room and hurriedly went into Sirius' room, locking himself in. ("Merlin!")
Harry sat in an almost stupor before uttering quietly, "Erm.....what just happened?"
Slowly his mind caught up with him in a flash of gold sprinkled with red and Harry felt butterflys in his stomach.
"I kissed Moony........._Moony_ kissed me!" He traced his lips first with his fingers then with his tongue, savouring the taste.
("So.....why did i like that better then Cho? Am I gay?....Or is it Remus?") A fluttering in his stomach made him smile slightly.("Huh, guess it's just
Remus.") Then he frowned again.
He knew Lupin well enough that he would be mortified and so grabbed a quill and parchment and wrote "Please don't blame youself."
Creeping out of his room about an hour later he walked to Sirius's room and slipped it under the door before turning back to his room. He climbed into
bed and had unusual dreams of an ethereal wolf with Amber eyes curled up next to an elegant green eyed panther. He subconciously smiled in his sleep.
~*~
Remus berated himself angrily. ("That is James Potter's son you are in there smooching on!") However, another voice calmly replied, 'Yes, but that's also
_Harry_the young man with the brilliant green eyes, gorgeous black hair, and sun-kissed skin.'
("Yes, but he's young enough to be my son!") the other voices laughed, 'Yes, maybe so, but you are a werewolf and will live for a long while yet, and if
you notice Harry was kissing you back.'
Remus was still in slight shock. He had forgotten Sirius so soon… However, when a piece of parchment slid under the door he quickly when to retrieve it.
When he opened it he smiled 'Please don't blame yourself.'
With a small smile Remus lay down breathing in the scent of his former lover, "Harry I'm not ready." he whispered.
~*~
The light filtered into Harry's room, waking him up with a pleasant warmth. As he was stretching he was suddenly struck with memories of last night. He
sat bolt upright.
("Please don't let this ruin our friendship.")
He sprang to life then and changed quickly, before thundering downstairs, slipping a few steps and jumping up as he bolted into the dining room where
Remus sat, a look of both amusement and shock on his face as the buy burst through.
"Did you get my note?" He blurted out.
"Yes, Harry I want you......." Lupin started.
"Nononno,none of that, just do what's on the parchment, don't complicate things, just don't think about it," His voice was urgent before he pressed
on,"....Still friends?"
He held his hand out to the still rather young werewolf.
Remus placed his hand in Harry's, "Of course." The two stood like that for a moment, hand in hand, quietly regarding each other. "Well, sit down and
eat."
Harry smiled and took his place at the table while Remus took a large gulp of coffee ("No, you didn't notice the light blush that played on his cheeks,
or the light that lit those emerald orbs, no, Remus you didn't notice!")
'Yeah, right' came that annoying voice once more.
Harry was currently beating himself up.("You _blushed_! What are you, a simpering, giggly.....Patil? This is Remus. Stop.Blushing. you .pansy.")
Harry smiled at the werewolf in an attempt to ignore his conscience.
"What are you up to today then? Something for the Order......stupid question really, your not allowed to say."
"'Actually we have to keep you informed now, after.....well after last year." A heavy silence hung in the air before Remus quirked a little smile.
"So you trashed Dumbledore's office huh?" Harry looked stricken and with a groan placed his head in his hands.
"You know about that?" came the muffled reply.
The werewolf chuckled with delight, something that he wasn't often found doing, "Harry, everybody knows about that! You threw the man's table across
the room, and smashed several crystal instruments."
At the sheepish look on Harry's face Remus grinned, "Don't worry, I suppose he's used to it. I smashed up his office once when I was in school."
Harry's jaw dropped. A grin slowly formed on his lips.
"_You_ trashed Dumbledore's room!? But your, well you're Remus! You behave, you were a prefect!"
Harry couldn't help but laugh uproar-isly at the sheepish look on Remus'
face.
"What did you do it for then, I'm guessing it wasn't the same as mine?" Harry lent forward and rested his chin on his palm.
Remus laughed and also rested his chin in his palm, "Actually, it was when he explained to me why I had become a prefect. I didn't want to be one! That
would almost eliminate my night time wanderings with the rest of the Mauraders."
("Merlin, they are those green eyes again.")
That small voice came sneaking back up on Remus' thoughts, 'Yes, he's beautiful isn't he.'
("Yes....wait..NO! Oh shut up!")
Harry laughed again.
"Ooh Moony, you rebel." He laughed again. "Poor Dumbledore though, I mean the man's getting on a bit so all that lifting can't help." He chuckled again
and looked at Remus.
There was a twinkle in the man's eyes but he took it for humor rather than the arguing conscience of Remus. He couldn't help but look at the autumn
colours resounding in his eyes. He shook his head as though to clear the thoughts.
"Hey what are you up to today?" He said as though to sidetrack his mind.
"Well, since this is still Order Headquarters I have to move around the house a bit, and make sure the wards are still in place, but beyond that it should
be a rather quiet day."
'Yes, a nice day for reading a book.' that voice piped up, 'or staring at Harry, kissing Harry -'
("Zip it!!")
"What are your plans for the day, Harry?"
Harry stretched slightly, his shirt riding up a little, before standing.
"Ah nothing really, I can help with those wards if you want, I know a bit but not a lot." He walked over to the counter to make himself a cup of tea.
"Want a cup of tea?" Remus shook his head again and Harry had to fight a smile.
"Yes please." Harry began digging around in the cupboard but to reach he had to go on tippy toe and so the small of his back was showing.
"Do you want tea leaves or PG Tips?" Harry asked.
"Ah, eh, er, em, uh..P-PG tips, I'm not crazy about Tea Leaves, but Trelawny wants them when she has to come to an Order Meeting." Remus
had to keep taking his eyes away from Harry, it was starting to become flustering.
Harry turned with the box in question and retrieved two teabags out of it. When he finally looked up Remus looked a little flushed.
"Moony, are you ok?" He asked worriedly, marching over and placing a hand upon the elder's forehead.
"You're burning up? Are you sure you wouldn't rather have water?" he flipped his hand over to rest the back of his hand on his head.
'Wow, what a gentle touch!'
("Well I was just thinking the same - SHUT UP!")
"I'm fine Harry, the full moon gets closer and I can't get one of my inner voices to shut up."
Harry quirked an eyebrow at Lupin in confusion.
"Er.......yeah I suffer from the same thing some times. Damn those little voices, mine tells me to burn things." He said sarcastically.
Remus had an unimpressed look upon his face which only caused Harry to double over laughing.
"I'm _kidding_, God your brilliant to tease. Anyway, PG Tips it is." Harry, to use irony, ruffled Remus's hair much like an adult would do to a kid.
As Remus smoothed his hair he spoke, "I can't help it! If that stupid witch would have stopped screaming every time someone came through the door,
but NO, and I'll have you know Mr. Blow-Up-My-Aunt, that I am not that easy to tease."
The werewolf sniffed, but plainly knew that Harry was right.
"Sure you are, we all call you "Fun to tease Lupin"." Harry turned to smile at him but saw the crestfallen look on his face and shook his head slightly.
"Moony, I'm kidding. We all love you......and besides, Trelawney is a daft cow, just ignore her." He came over and hugged the man gentle around his
neck.
"You silly old thing." He said affectionately.
Remus moved around and in a display of his strength, brought Harry down to sit in his lap, "Whose 'we' and you call me 'Fun to tease Lupin'? He said
with a playful grin.
Harry, fighting his sub-conscience that was currently giving loud whoops as he ran around Harry's head, smiled innocently. He was loving the warmth of
Remus's lap.
"We as in Hermione, the Weasleys, the order and....and Me," Harry had the decency to blush," and to be hones we actually call you 'wow what an ass'
Lupin."
At the slackness of Remus body as his jaw dropped Harry leapt up and ran for the door.
"Oh no, you don't!" Remus jumped up and grabbed Harry around the waist pulling him back into the kitchen, and back into his lap when he had seated
himself. The werewolf placed a soft kiss on the top of Harry's ear and sighed, "This is awkward."
Harry, who had closed his eyes when the kiss landed on the shell of his ear, opened them and looked at Remus. Harry placed a kiss just above Remus sigh
and toyed with the gold hair that was streaked with silver.
"I personally don't know why so I think your going to have to inform me." Harry liked the feeling of Lupin's warmth seeping through his clothes and
the weight of Remus's arms drapped around his waist.
"Harry, I'm nearing 40, and you haven't even turned 16 yet! That's a tad bit awkward, and second I'm a werewolf. I don't want you to have to put up with
that also." Remus rested his chin on top of Harry's head with a sigh, but not missing _that_ voice again.
'Feels nice having him in your lap, doesn't it?'
("As a matter of fact .. oh no.. I'm not falling for that!")
Harry looked at Remus in an almost scolding manner.
"Ok one, Remus I don't give a damn if your a werewolf, I'm the friggin' boy who lived, don't you think that THAT may be dangerous for whoever I end up
with? I have put up with a hell of a lot so I'd appreciate if people respected that. Secondly, Your like 38! I'm almost 16, yes but I _really_
don't think any 16 to 19 year olds are going to be able to handle my life. It's a difficult life I lead, just like you so don't patronize me."
Remus looked torn so Harry began to toy with his hair again.
"Besides, Wizards marrying Giantesses, men dating men? I highly doubt people will care about the age difference. The werewolf they might have a problem
with but screw them, I care for all of you, wolf included."
The werewolf smiled at Harry's logic, "True as all of that may be, the wizarding world will not see it that way, and your not even of age yet. Harry I
couldn't stand it if I tainted your reputation. People don't like the thoughts of werewolves, and they will definitely revolt at the image of their hero with one."
"Well maybe it's time I stopped doing what everyone else wants for once and do something that makes me happy." Harry looked right into the werewolf's
eyes, unflinching. "Because I don't know whether you noticed but when i do something for the wizarding world I lose someone."
Then Harry faked a big smile and a false cheery voice.
"But hey, what do the rest of the world care, their 'hero' kept them safe, who cares if he's happy, right?"
When Remus looked down Harry sighed and got out of the werewolf's lap.
"Remus, I don't care what the rest of the world think about, no matter what I do they will remain sheep. If I do something good their all like 'yeah
told you he was good' but the minute I do something they don't think is appropiate then its 'I always knew he was evil'. Why should I care about a
two-faced world, In fact why should you?"
When Remus remained quiet Harry sighed again.
"Moony, Remus....If you think I can make you happy, I don't care how long you have to think about it, then come and find me. And even though
statistically I'm not of age I have been through too much to feel like a child, and it's not something I'm proud off." And with that said Harry
trudged back up to his room, a strange fluttering of disappointment in his stomach.
("I hate this world, you can't let me be happy for five minutes........You can't let someone as kind as Remus be happy.") He thought bitterly to no one
in particular.
Remus sighed and laid his head on the table. He knew that he should go after Harry, but he didn't feel as if he could get up the steps. That and he felt
a knot in the back of his throat and tears were close to his amber eyes. ("I'm sorry, Harry, but you'll thank me some day when you find an amazing young
witch. Someone that is as beautiful as you, young, and carefree. Someone that doesn't have to worry about taking potions and someone who isn't afraid of the moon.")
The werewolf wept then. He wept for himself, he wept for Sirius, but most of all he wept for Harry. ("Harry shouldn't have to put up with my problems,
I'll have to speak with Dumbledore about having him settled elsewhere.")
Here That voice broke in, 'Excuse me? Did you say send Harry somewhere else? I don't think so! Remus whether you admit it or not, that young man makes
you feel happy, special, and beautiful! You are just going to let something like that slip through your fingers!' The voice seemed to pause for air, 'Since
when have you cared what others thought? Never! Now you are denying yourself and Harry happiness.'
("But what if he's just upset and emotional because of Sirius' death? What do I do then?!")
The voice humphed, 'Give Harry more credit than that. He may trash Dumbledore's office, but he has a good heart and head. Don't be afraid to
reach back out to someone.'
With slightly red, but dry eyes, Remus gathered up his strength and left the table heading up the stairs and into Harry's room. When he saw him his tears
started up again, "I'm sorry Harry, I don't care what others think I'm just ....scared."
Harry was stunned for a moment by Remus' tears but shook it off and walked to the elder man. He took him in his arms and subconsciously found he was
basically the same height as the lithe blonde.
"Its ok to be scared Moony, you saw yourself that my greatest fear is fear. But you can't let it run your life.......look at Moody." He chuckled and
smiled when he felt the older man laugh slightly too.
Harry placed a kiss on Remus' nose and smiled gently.
"Even if you feel the world is going to break you Moony, feel safe in the knowledge I'm here to put you back together."
Remus smiled and wiped his tears ("I just have to cry don't I?"). The werewolf sighed and his body could start to feel the emotional stress on it,
and the combining weight of the almost full moon. "I'm tired."
"Yeah, crying does that to you." Harry teased, drawing a fatigued chuckle from Remus.
"Here." He said gently, moving Remus to his bed, "Rest, I'm gonna stay up but I'll stay with you."
Harry picked up a book he'd been using as night time reading, something featuring a shapeshifter witch and vampire, and waited until Remus had
settled himself under the covers.
Then he came and sat with his back to the headboard and let Remus rest his head on his chest. He put his arm over the shoulder of the still, as far as
he was concerned, rather young werewolf and smiled down as he felt the body getting heavier as sleep overcame him. Harry opened his book, and with a
smile began to read.
Remus settled down into the warmth of Harry's body and within minutes he was asleep, and since Sirius' death, a dreamless sleep.
Unfortunately this didn't last long when a slightly winded Dumbledore barged into the room, "Remus! There is a report of a Death Eater attack in a muggle
village we need you there."
Immediately the werewolf was out of the bed and by the ancient wizards side, "Where Albus?"
While the two discussed the location Remus stored all of this into his memory, not wanting to splinch himself when he apparated. He turned to Harry before
he left, "I'll be right back, Harry."
"All right, be careful." He said, concern etching his fine features as he hugged the older man. He watched with a heavy heart at both the fact of
Remus's safety and the fact he still wasn't allowed to help the order.
("I want to be there for Remus.") He thought solemnly. And like a lightning bolt it hit him. He dropped to his knees and pulled his trunk from under his
bed. Inside was a little box of things that were special to him, things like the cracked two way mirror, the photo album of his parents and a recent edition
Dumbledore had handed him not long after Sirius's death.
It was a diary that both he and his father had kept in their school days, filled with notes to one another, stories of marauding times and, this is
what he'd been searching for, their studies and process of becoming Animagis.
~*~
Remus sighed and muttered, "Number 12 Grimauld Place." When the house shimmered into view he stepped in the door. Sighing as he oddly felt at home
here in his former lover's house.
("Must .. sit .. down.") his tired mind pleaded. His body eagerly complied as they went to the main living room and plopped down in an armchair.
Harry sat up straight when he heard the front door open and shoved the faded diary back into his trunk.
He walked quietly down the stairs and found Remus practically collapsed on the sofa.
"That bad huh?" He asked, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of Remus.
Remus looked up at Harry sitting on the coffee table, "There weren't any casualties but it took forever to wipe peoples memories and then make sure they
knew the 'right' story, and we had to check around to make sure that the Death Eaters didn't' leave any kind of enchanted things for muggles to pick up."
The werewolf was tired, but he missed Harry in his lap. He held out his arms in question to the Gryffindor, waiting to see if he would come or not.
Harry smiled and took the pro-offered hands before moving into Remus' lap. He lay with his head on the elders shoulder and gently stroked the hand in
his.
"So no fun for you then?" He said sympathetically, which caused Remus to merely snort in a humorless laugh. Harry pulled his head and placed his elbow on
his shoulder, giving him the ability to play with the gold/silver hair.
"Remus....I know this is a little off track but....do you think I could help your tranformations?" He looked into those amber eyes, gaze unwavering.
The werewolf's eyes opened, "No, Harry, I don't want you there. I hate that you had to see me transform in your third year, but it's too dangerous." his
voice dropped to a whisper, "And I don't want you to see me like that again."
Harry looked at the man blushing from shame and placed his fingers under his chin, lifting his eyes to his own.
"Remus, please, we've been through this, I live a dangerous life or are you telling me that my dad and Sirius were the only intelligent young wizards
ever? And Remus..........I know your transformations are painful and I know humiliating for you but.......," Harry looked sheepish and looked
down," I thought Moony was beautiful, like a ghost."
Remus nodded, but he still was set against Harry being with him when he transformed, "Thank you, Harry, but I'd still rather transform alone. I-I-I
mean it's not that I ...." he sighed, blushed, and dropped his head once more.
Harry sighed gently at the man's actions, so he lifted the beautiful face again.
"Remus, It's fine, I thought I'd just ask." He rubbed his thumb across the werewolf's bottom lip, "Stop getting your knickers in a twist," He teased.
"Honestly, I just wanted to help, but if your fine. But I would like to say that the offer is there." He smiled again at the almost eleven like man.
"Thank you." Remus whispered again. After a few moments of silence he spoke, "Well, I am tired and I'm going to head up to bed .. come with me?"
"Sure." Harry said, a lop-sided grin on his face and stood, offering his hand out to the blonde before leading the way upstairs, hands tightly
clasped together.
At the top of the hall way Harry stopped, looking back at Remus waiting for him to lead the rest of the way. Remus smiled at him and pulled him gently
towards what Harry figured was a spare room.
Inside looked bare, save for a book and thin gold rimmed glasses placed on the bedside table.
"You don't have a lot of possessions." Harry stated, turning to face Remus. " Something else we have in common." He said smiling gently.
Remus smiled and gently traced his jawbone with his slender finger, "I have you, Harry, and you are my dearest possesion." With a smile the werwolf
slide out of his robe and between the many layers of blankets he kept on his bed.
Harry smiled with the tip of his tongue between his teeth, his nose crinkled. What Remus said made him feel all warm and he wouldn't be
surprised if he was levitating.
Harry pulled off his robe and climbed in with the werewolf, taking him in his arms.
"Wow its warm under here." Harry said snuggling closer.
"Yeah sorry if its too hot." Remus said.
"Its perfect." Harry's muffled reply came as his head snuggled into Remus' chest.
After lying in the silence for a few moments Remus sighed, "I'll never get to sleep like this." At the look of confusion on Harry's face, the werewolf
rose up and then brought Harry's arm around him. With a contented sigh he laid his head on Harry's chest. "Much better."
Harry chuckled, strangely quite deeply for an almost 16 year old.
"You really are rather Silly My dear Moony." But he wasn't complaining and was slowly slipping the goldensilver trimmed hair through his fingers in a
kind of massage.
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Written By: Callie Mowatt and Heather Ayers -aka- Harry and Draco
